A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit late it was at my best friends birthday party so I couldn't upload. Hopefully you guys liked this chapter. And I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry for the ending.

Reaver stared into the fire, burning in the fireplace in his Study. He took a long sip of wine from his glass chalice, never tearing his eyes from the fire. He had that dream again, the very same, horrid dream. Oakvale. This time though, there was no 'her'. Because this time. He lost Alice.

He ran through the tree's, of the forest across from Oakvale. It was on fire. His home, family, friends…lover. He made it to the village filled with the screams and cries of its inhabitants. One scream, sent him bolting straight to his home. His lungs filling with smoke. The bright flames hurt his eyes, and the heat made his breaths short. He searched his home, trying to find the owner of the screams. There, in the middle of the empty room, sat Alice. She was hugging her knee's crying, coughing from the smoked. Her tears left trails on her ask covered face.

"Why didn't you come?" her voice came out tiny, and weak. "You let me die."

He stared at her in shock, not being able to say anything, until a weak voice that he hadn't heard in centuries, came from his voice.

"I'm sorry."

Alice screamed as a wooden beam fell in front of Alice.

"Alice!" Reaver exclaimed.

Only to wake up in his bed, sweat masking his forehead.

Oakfield. Sun. Sunflowers...and more sun. The place was a cheerful, colorful haven for mainly those aligned with good, probably because the Temple of Light was located within the town.

Rhydian quickly pulled her back, to avoid her being ran over by a wagon as she followed a blue butterfly in amusement.

"Careful," he hissed. He grabbed her hand, dragging her with him, as he headed towards the Inn. He'd given her his black cloak, which was way too big for her.

The pair sat down at a table, getting several smiles from people. One of the Inn workers' came over to them.

"What would you two like?" she asked with a smile.

"Two leek and potato soups, and water thanks," Rhydian deadpanned.

"Alright. You're sister is very cute by the way," she said before leaving.

Rhydian sighed, "She's not my sister." But the waitress didn't hear it.

After they'd eaten then gotten supplies for their journey to Bowerstone, they headed off. Walking through the woods, much to Alice's displeasure. Rhydian had assured her that it'd be safer. That, and he preferred the woods.

Night had approached fast. A cold breeze picking up and blowing against Alice, making her shiver. Rhydian noticed this and stopped. He put his knapsack down against a tree trunk. From his sheath, he retrieved his Master Katana. The blade was extremely sharp, Rhydian made sure of that. Using any free time sharpening it. Nothing worse than killing people with a blunt sword. Alice sat against a tree, watching as Rhydian began to cut down the lower branches of the tree's. Alice's eyes widened when in one swift slash, the tree branch fell to the ground, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' shape. Rhydian felt her gaze on him, and turned to look at her. He exhaled, before beckoning her over. She obeyed, standing next to him.

"Hold this," he said, placing the Katana in her hand. He led her over to a thin tree. "Take a swing."

She looked at him in disbelief. The blade was rather heavy in her hands, and she struggled to keep it leveled.

"It's ok. Go ahead."

She looked back at the tree. Taking a stance like she saw Rhydian do. He corrected her stance a bit, then stood back. Alice took a deep breath, trying not to fall backwards from the weight of the Katana, as she drew it back over her shoulder, before swinging the Katana like she'd seen him do. It would have been a perfect slash, had the weapon not lodged four centimeters into the trunk. She tried pulling it out, only to fall back and land on her backside, the Katana still embedded into the tree. Rhydian chuckled, pulling the Katana out of the tree as if it were a needle in some fabric.

"How did you do that?" she asked, looking up at him.

He chuckled again, "Years of training."

Alice thought for a moment. His words echoing in her head.

"Teach me."

So it was settled, Rhydian would teach her all she needed to know about fighting.

The pair spent day and night of their journey to Bowerstone training. Rhydian started with defense. Teaching her to block punches and kicks, then sword blocking. It took time, but soon she'd managed to throw a decent punch...accidentally giving Rhydian a nose bleed. They continued like that. Everyday spent learning something, perfecting it, then learning something new, starting the whole process over again.

Thus proceeding, 10 years past. Gone was Alice's weak, fragile childhood, replaced with a deadly mercenary, at only 18 years of age. Rhydian, against what he said about giving her away, decided to take her with him. She was learning fast, and wasn't slowing him down. That was what he tried telling himself, but he wasn't so sure after years and years with who he now treated as a sister.

This was it. Bowerstone Orphanage. Rhydian looked down at Alice, who was looking down at the ground sadly. She suddenly looked up at him, and it was then, he saw her eyes. The tears falling from them. Puffy and red.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to force himself to just go.

She sniffled, suddenly wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"I don't want to go."

To be honest, neither did he.

Ten years. Ten years since Alice died. Every year, on the day of her death, Alfie and Rose came to that cliff. Sitting on the edge, watching the sun set over the horizon. Hearing the crashing of waves. Even every once and a while one or both of them would come, just to, in some way, be close to Alice. That, and to get away from the monster that is Reaver. That man never changed. If anything he got worse. Rose was one of four staff that still lived. Her, the butler, the cook, and the other maid, Jemma. Like Rose, Alfie was one of the few crewmates left, along with Wilkins. But crew were easily replaced. People were easily replaced. According to Reaver. And this is what annoyed Alfie the most. Alfie didn't care that Reaver was heartless. That he'd shoot anyone in sight for the slightest things. Have countless affairs with women...and men. If was the fact that Reaver couldn't care less that Alice died. Reaver obviously had a soft spot for her when she was alive, any old fool could see that. Heck, Alfie had seen him read and tell her stories before. Alice died and Reaver announced it like it was a death of some peasant. No emotion. When he caught Rose with one of Alice's letter's to Rose whilst she was at sea, he threw it into the fireplace. When Rose told Alfie, he was furious. And this was why he was there.

Alfie headed towards the doors of the mansion. He knew he was crazy to go against Reaver, but it didn't matter. Alfie knocked on the door, which was shortly answered by the butler, William.

"Afternoon Alfie," the young butler greeted with a smile.

"Reaver in?" Alfie asked, getting right down to business.

"Yeah, he's in the study."

Without another word, Alfie walked past William and straight to Reaver's study. Reaver was standing in front of the fireplace, just staring at the flames as the danced calmly. Upon hearing footsteps, Reaver turned to see Alfie.

"I don't remember summoning you," Reaver said darkly.

"I'm here because of Rose," Alfie started, and Reaver raised an eyebrow. "And because of Alice."

Reaver's face seemed to darken at her name.

"Oh? What about Alice?" Reaver asked, saying Alice's name in distaste.

"How could you not care?!" Alfie spat angrily.

"Simple. I just don't. She was nothing more than a burden. I'm glad to be rid of her."

Alfie stared at him in shock. "You bloody arse."

Reaver glared at him.

"She may have been the only person left who actually gave a damn about you! No idea why but she did! And all you do is treat her like you treat everyone else!" Alfie yelled. Anger consuming him. Then a little more softly he said, "And I thought you cared for her too."

Reaver scoffed in amusement. "And what gave you that impression."

"I don't know. Maybe it was the way you'd always read her stories before bed, or tell her your own. Those were probably the only time anyone has seen you properly smile. Maybe it was the way that you'd always do any work you had in her room when she was sick. Or maybe when you let her sleep in your bed when she had a nightmare or vice versa."

Reaver's eyes held so much anger at the mention of that. "How did you know that?"

"Rose." Alfie simply said. "Is that why you made her throw away all of Alice's things? And burn the last letter Alice ever sent Rose? You don't want to be reminded of her. You're too much of a coward to accept that you cared for her!"

Reaver suddenly pulled out his Dragonstomper .48, aiming it directly at Alfie's forehead.

"Now now Alfie. I'm a reasonable man, but I do not appreciate being called a coward," Reaver said, grinning slightly.

Rose was walking back to the mansion when she heard a gunshot ring out. She sighed, hoping Reaver hadn't shot yet another staff, she didn't want to have to clean up her friend's blood. She walked through the front doors, dreading to find out who it was.

"Rose," William said sadly, trying to block her view from the study.

"William, what…" She trailed off when William gave her a look. It was pity. Pity and sadness. She shook her head. She had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn't want. She pushed him aside and ran into the study.

Reaver was walking out as she came over.

"Ah. There you are. Go clean up the body. I'm having a party tonight, and I'd rather my guest's not have to put up with the smell of blood. And it would be rather unfortunate to ravish my guest's in the same room as a dead body. I wouldn't want to put them off their…..appetite." He walked away, leaving Rose with a full view of the room.

There in the middle of the room, laid the body. The body of her older brother. She dropped next to him. Tears streaming from her eyes. Hysterical sobs breaking out from her mouth.

A/N: I'm so so sorry guys *virtual hug* I didn't want to kill Alfie off but it had to be done :( Also I used a very memorable reference (to some) in the story. Let me know if you know it! First person to get it right will have a character named after them or by them further on in the story :) But you have to tell me; Where it's from, and who says it.